I laughed and went to stand up. She gave me a sardonic look and said “Shall I show you the door or do you wish to listen? I have no room for...insubordination”. Not sure if it was her confidence, accent, outfit, or her dominance but I felt my penis become so hard that I unwillingly dropped back to my knees and proceeded to crawl into the next room. When I was in the next room, on my knees, she said “I assume it is your cock that is now doing the thinking for you. Well let me warn you,. Develop the story in your mind and then write >, about it. Give it a try. >, You have been touched by other stories. Now go out and touch >, others. So, I thought about it. I dismissed the idea, of course, as I hadn’t tried to write fiction since I was a schoolboy. But there remained this thing… Then, I had an idea. I had a tale to tell. I wanted to tell a story, an erotic story, that didn’t feature kids of school or university age, that wasn’t a coming of age story, which actually. I popped it into the VCR and sat down to relax. The picture came up on the screen and I nearly choked on my beer. It definitely was not the JAG tape, no sir! There, in front of me in living color was my wife Denise. She was on her hands and knees and she had a cock in her mouth. And not just any cock, but the cock of my daughter Tammi's boyfriend.What the hell was my thirty-eight year old wife doing sucking the cock of a seventeen year old kid? For that matter, what was she doing sucking any. She shoved harder each time she entered his body. After a few minutes, she stopped. She went over to the sink in the room and washed her hands. She turned to the man. “Okay. Be back wit’ hot towel.” “Sounds good.” Maya exited the room to go get the hot towels from the utility room. She came back and wiped down the man with the steaming hot towel. She even wiped between his cheeks. After doing so, she noticed a brown smudge mark on the towel. Gross. Anyway, she was glad she washed her hands..